Billie Eilish walks into a tattoo shop at 1:12 a.m. She doesn't want ink. She doesn't want pictures. She just doesn't want to be alone. Nyx Calder works nights for a reason. Silence suits her. Pain doesn't scare her. And famous girls with haunted eyes aren't her problem-until Billie keeps coming back. What starts as late-night conversations and borrowed cigarettes turns into something heavier. Something dangerous. Billie is unraveling under the weight of her own mind-depression, insomnia, intrusive thoughts she never talks about. Nyx doesn't try to save her. She just stays. Hands steady. Voice low. Presence grounding. But intimacy gets complicated when one of you belongs to the world, and the other refuses to. Still Breathing Next to You is a slow-burn, WLW story about desire, mental illness, control, and choosing to stay alive when someone finally sees you in the dark.

freshly out of an on-and-off relationship with her boyfriend of three years, veronica sterling chooses to spend the summer in los angeles. she only planned to spend the summer healing and preparing for her senior year of college. what she didn't plan for was billie eilish, who would not only shake veronica's plans up, but also become someone too important for veronica to leave behind after summer is over. ============================== transient - lasting for only a short time; temporary. ============================== lowercase intended ============================== started: 5/15/2026 ended: ongoing

They called it a secret. They called it the past. Kiel called it something she never got over. Back in the town she tried to escape, old memories resurface-along with the girl she was never supposed to love. What they had was hidden, quiet, and never meant to last. But some moments don't disappear. They stay. They haunt. And this time, the truth is coming back with them.

When reckless young prodigy Billie Eilish meets Angelica, an older, sharp, magnetic vocal coach her brother insists she needs, sparks fly but just not the kind either of them expect. As Billie begins to question her voice, her power, and her own desires, Angelica challenges her to confront what she feels and sing from the rawest parts of herself. But not every note is safe, and not every fire should be fed. Disclaimers: contains smut, fluff, lots of humour, Coachella moments, and other celebs (like Odessa, Sabrina Carpenter, Charli xcx etc). Mention of drugs/alcohol.

Love wasn't the hard part. It was the descent. After nine hundred days of building a world, Billie is left watching it burn, one missed call and one cold shoulder at a time. It's a story of a hidden ring, a growing distance, and the terrifying moment you realize the person you'd die for is already keeping secrets that will kill you. Billie was ready for the chaos. She wasn't ready for the lie.

This book is going to be different imagines of Billie Eilish and a character. This book will contain smut. 🩵 Fluff 🩷 Intimate but not quite smut 🤍 Smut 💛 Sad

What if LUNCH didn't have the playful beginning we thought it did? What if finding the words, and the muse, was a heartbreak story all along? In the summer of 2023, Billie Eilish is finishing her most important album yet, and the song has been sitting in her journal for over a year - three lines she wrote on a tour bus outside Amsterdam, and a gap she can't close from the outside of an experience she's never had. Then she sees Paloma Solís across a room in May and the wanting arrives. The song arrives too, in the same breath. Billie decides, in a way she will spend a year not looking at, that she can have both. Paloma is new to Los Angeles - warm and careful, honest on camera and private everywhere else, the kind of person who does not fall fast. She falls for Billie anyway. This is a story about desire and calculation arriving in the same moment. And the song that gets written anyway.

"Two years ago she closed the door on me. I'm still standing on the other side" Sequel of 'The one i can't play' SEXUAL CONTENT.!

Another PAIGE_2807 original /// Neveah watched her carefully. "You are good with him," she said. Billie did not look back. "He needs someone to not look scared." Neveah studied her from across the room. The woman who filled stadiums now sat in a tent smelling faintly of antiseptic and fear, dabbing a child's fever as though that were the only stage that mattered. "You are afraid," Neveah observed gently. Billie's hand stilled for half a second. "Yeah," she admitted. Silence stretched between them, not hostile now but heavy with honesty. Neveah pushed herself upright and stepped closer to the bed. "I did not become a surgeon for money." Billie glanced back, wary. "I became one," Neveah said slowly, "because there are moments when someone is balanced on the thinnest edge between living and dying, and you get to reach across and pull them back. It feels like stealing from something dark." Billie held her gaze. "And here?" she asked quietly. "Here," Neveah said, eyes flicking to Ali, "Disease is the worst kind of injury to have, in my opinion. I can cut off a leg to save a life, but I can't fix what I can't see," "And knowing all that, you still stood in here and took your mask off," Billie caught her gaze. "Why?" Neveah smiled softly, but it didn't reach her eyes. "I felt your terror, and that was something I knew I could fix just by being here," She explained. "Medicine isn't always physical," Billie didn't know what to say. Instead, she just nodded, accepting the selfless act as nothing more than a doctor attending her patient. "If we survive this, I'll buy you a cup coffee," Billie teased.